The End Of The World (1997) Lewis H. Lapham (editor) I picked this volume off the $1 shelf at a used bookstore. It was of interest because, as I write these lines in January 2026, one year into the second presidential term of Donald Trump, the U.S. seems in a particularly perilous state. Without recounting the debacles of 2025 the President has, in this first month of 2026 managed to fracture an Atlantic alliance of 80 years standing, alienating the country from its NATO allies by openly insulting them and threatening to takeover Greenland from Denmark for our national security. His efforts at closing our borders and deporting illegal aliens using a 20,000 member para-military force known as ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) has resulted in massive protests in several cities regarding the violation of civil rights of not just non-citizens, but citizens as well, including in Minneapolis, where two U.S. citizens have been killed by ICE agents in the streets of the city. These are parlous times so I bought this book, which was itself produced when the prospect of the coming millennium was being met with a good bit of public handwringing and dire prediction, thinking it might give a little perspective on our current predicament, and, it did. The late Lewis Lapham was for many years the editor of Harper’s Magazine and for several years publisher and editor of a thematic journal of history titled Lapham’s Quarterly. This volume predates that journal but is structured along the same lines — a broad theme, in this case the end of the world, presented through excerpts from historical writings, usually in chronological order, on the topic organized by subtopic. In this case the subtopics are The Ruins of Empires, The Fall of Nations, and (pertinent to its time of publication) The Twentieth Century: The End In A Void interspersed with topical illustrations or art (e.g., the frontispiece is Durer’s The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse). MY takeaway: the end is always “nearish”, from 3000 B. C. and the Epic of Gilgamesh and the flood destroying “the world” in Mesopotamia through Troy, the Black Plague, and Nagasaki (among many, many entries and eons), to 1993-1994 and the predictions of the Montana cult Bahia of the destruction of New York City and the UN building on precisely November 26, 1994. As LHL nicely puts it in part of his Foreward: “The foretelling of the end of the world is as old as the wind in the trees, and against the siege of dire prophecy the reading of history provides a reliable defense…. Put to the trials of history, the end of the world doesn’t fulfill the promise of its advance billing. Although terrible the work is never complete, and no matter how broad the flood or how ravenous the flames, the living outnumber the dead — maybe not in the immediate vicinity… but within reach of a new generation salvaged, like all generations, from the wreck of time.” I feel better now… sort of.